Everything2 New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed2015-03-03T22:49:33ZMarch 3, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/Pandeism+Fish/writeups/March+3%252C+2015Pandeism Fishhttp://everything2.com/user/Pandeism Fish2015-03-03T22:24:08Z2015-03-03T22:24:08Z3/3/15. <a href="/title/4+Non+Blondes">{Insert number of years} and my life is still / trying to get up that great big hill</a>....<br><br>
Apologies in advance for this meandering <a href="/title/stream+of+consciousness">stream of consciousness</a>.<br><br>
This daylog is my 700th node. I'm officially entering <a href="/title/the+700+Club">the 700 Club</a>, which is perhaps like the <a href="/title/mile-high+club">mile-high club</a>, but without the <a href="/title/Happy+ending">definitive conclusion</a>. This is especially important to people who give special significance to numbers evenly divisible along a <a href="/title/base+ten">base ten</a> number system. So the question of the day remains.... <a href="/title/what%2527s+up%253F">What's going on?</a><br><br>
Well, I learned that the reason your <a href="/title/microwave+oven">microwave oven</a> notoriously leaves cold spots in your food is because microwaves really do come in <i>waves</i>. Think <a href="/title/sine+waves">sine waves</a>, with the low points being the ones not getting any energy distributed to them, and so not cooking. But even more importantly, I learned that a <a href="/title/grape">grape</a> can destroy your microwave. Seriously, if you have a spare microwave oven and want to see it go up well, slice a grape&hellip;March 3, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/whitecrow/writeups/March+3%252C+2015whitecrowhttp://everything2.com/user/whitecrow2015-03-03T18:53:54Z2015-03-03T18:53:54Z<p>Today was an alright kind of day.</p>
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<p><a href="/title/Mother">Mother</a> is <a href="/title/moving+house">moving house</a>, and I'm playing the part of the <a href="/title/hired+muscle">hired muscle</a>. It's mostly moving boxes to a <a href="/title/storage+unit">storage unit</a> downtown, but it also includes some (unpaid) sorting and digging trough my <a href="/title/hidden+treasures">childhood cargo</a>. I lived on and off <a href="/title/divorce+child">every other week</a> moving from her to father for many years, so it was always one of "<a href="/title/safespace">my rooms</a>". This leads to there being more than a few old <a href="/title/treasures">treasures</a> and buried memories lodged in boxes, heaps of papers, in the bookshelf or in the <a href="/title/I+didn%2527t+know+I+had+that+anymore%2521">bottom of drawers</a>.</p>
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<p>The process of <a href="/title/culling">sorting out</a> what to keep and what to discard from my <a href="/title/childhood">formative years</a> is not an especially easy one for me. <a href="/title/signs+you+are+a+hoarder">I've never been exceedingly tidy</a>, and any kind of <a href="/title/the+perfect+system">system to organize</a> always ends up as disused as the articles it is intended to <a href="/title/plot">plot</a>. How many old school papers do I keep? I certainly&hellip;March 3, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/Sinepyriah/writeups/March+3%252C+2015Sinepyriahhttp://everything2.com/user/Sinepyriah2015-03-03T05:30:47Z2015-03-03T05:30:47Z<p>It is <a href="/title/propaganda">propaganda</a> time. It is propaganda time. It is Propaganda; propaganda; propaganda, Prropagandaaaa thyyyymmmme.</p>
<p>“What’s the subject to day, good sir?”</p>
<p>Outwofar chimes in with a little Dick Tracy voice, “Well Johnny, I suppose we should have chat about the “sish.”</p>
<p>For all you younger noders think sin city when referencing the D.</p>
<p>(Outwofar dances in chair like a young drink slut before acting as if he pulled his neck muscles. Rubs his neck furiously. )</p>
<p>“Maybe a little too much D that time.”</p>
<p>AH. The D,</p>
<p>Can’t do too much without, out you.
<br>Love,</p>
<p>Mr. Johnny Fingaz</p>
<p>P.s. My desire grows until it over flows the surrounding banks, and raises ranks and over takes tanks.</p>
<p>(Mr. Fingaz hands the mic to Outwofar)</p>
<p>“No thanks, I have my own problems to spank. Plus, your allegory stank like it was coming from the flank. Is that all you can make. I hope it is just a prank. No matter the skank, no matter the&hellip;Voice lesson 2 (how-to)http://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw/writeups/Voice+lesson+2lizardinlawhttp://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw2015-03-02T14:01:00Z2015-03-02T14:01:00Z<p>I joined the Gospel Class of the 2014 Centrum Blues Festival*. You can join just for the Gospel Choir and it gets you the lessons, performance and into one concert.</p>
<p>It was taught by Dr. Ethel Caffie-Austin** and Delnora Roberts***.</p>
<p><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAcVzgCsx5c&list=RDKXMg6iPmSw8&index=2">Dr. Ethel Caffie-Austin</a> is described as West Virginia's the First Lady of Gospel Music and Denora Roberts is from Maryland. Both are black. Their gospel choir for Centrum was nearly exclusively white, though there were a few asian people. I went to high school in Alexandria, Virginia. I thought, oh, goody, these women will yell. At some point, they will raise their voices at us.</p>
<p>This class taught me the best <a href="/title/Voice+lesson">voice production</a> of anything I have ever done. I have not focused on voice, being a rural doctor, but I have sung folk songs since I was tiny. In college I joined the university community chorus at the University of Wisconsin, where we did <a href="/title/Carmina+Burana">Carmina Burana</a>. I took&hellip;March 1, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/TheAnglican/writeups/March+1%252C+2015TheAnglicanhttp://everything2.com/user/TheAnglican2015-03-01T17:18:40Z2015-03-01T17:18:40Z<p><a href="/title/Identity+politics">Identity politics</a> bothers me. Fundamentally as a human being, and very explicitly as a <a href="/title/Christian">Christian</a>, I truly believe it behooves us all to set aside all of our differences. We can't progress until we do.</p>
<p>The great religions of the world agree. <a href="/title/Christianity">Christianity</a> has as a fundamental principle "there is no male and female, no free or slave". <a href="/title/Buddhism">Buddhism</a> takes this one step further and says that there is no difference between any two organisms: we're all interconnected to the point where any injury I do you I do to myself, and any injury I do to myself I do to you.</p>
<p>Whereas identity politics chants a different <a href="/title/mantra">mantra</a> - me and my tribe and my personal hurt before all others. </p>
<p>The general gist of public discourse these days, sadly - is not to see or acknowledge any shades of grey. If someone admits wrong, everything they say is wrong, and if someone admits right, they automatically claim as a result everything they say and do is right. Civility died long ago - the only thing left is&hellip;Read this before the party (how-to)http://everything2.com/user/kosmas/writeups/Read+this+before+the+partykosmashttp://everything2.com/user/kosmas2015-03-01T16:12:23Z2015-03-01T16:12:23Z<p>I wrote this as a note to read before parties. Usually I'm not in the mood to go to a party, but recently I started doing so more often because they are one of the easiest ways to meet and <a href="/title/flirting">flirt</a> with new people.
<ol>
<li>
Before you leave for the party, don’t forget to <a href="/title/groom">groom</a> a bit. After all, since <a href="/title/getting+girls">getting girls</a> is a main target here, your looks should be at least acceptable.
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Don't forget your USB stick. You never know when you will be asked to play music (and remember that you can't miss an opportunity to show off some of your newly acquired <a href="/title/So+you+want+to+be+a+DJ%253F"> dj skills</a>).
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When you walk inside, you should focus on greeting the hosts, as well as your friends. Don't hurry to greet any people you don't know yet, there's plenty of time for that.
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Get yourself a drink and chat with people you know. Don’t talk too much, instead try to focus on saying less and listening more. Pay attention to your</li></ol>&hellip;Tyler Perry (person)http://everything2.com/user/TheAnglican/writeups/Tyler+PerryTheAnglicanhttp://everything2.com/user/TheAnglican2015-03-01T15:25:07Z2015-03-01T15:25:07Z<p>Visit any <a href="/title/Target">Target</a> or <a href="/title/Wal-Mart">Wal-Mart</a> in the American South, and there will undoubtedly somewhere be a Tyler Perry shelf. Row after row of inexpensive DVDs with the various movies in the <a href="/title/Madea">Madea</a> series, and compilations of TV series such as <a href="/title/Meet+the+Browns">Meet the Browns</a> and <a href="/title/House+of+Payne">House of Payne</a>. You know for sure you're dealing with Tyler Perry - not only because <a href="/title/Madea">Madea</a> (Perry himself in full drag as an elderly black woman) is such a visually arresting figure, but because everything Perry makes is headed up with his own name. It isn't "House of Payne", it's "Tyler Perry's House of Payne".</p>
<p>The branding is strong with this one.</p>
<p>Multimillionaire and megastar with one studio lot already and another in progress as he converts a nearby military base to being a huge production facility, Perry is a predictable and everpresent force churning out plays, series, comedies and movies.</p>
<p>Born in <a href="/title/New+Orleans">New Orleans</a> in 1969 to a working class family where the father was prone to domestic violence, Emmitt Perry Jr. had a&hellip;March 1, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/jessicaj/writeups/March+1%252C+2015jessicajhttp://everything2.com/user/jessicaj2015-03-01T04:19:44Z2015-03-01T04:19:44Z<p>The other day I read that there were only 305 days left in 2015. I've done things, at home, away from home, but I'm still searching for my higher calling. I know what I could do, and I know what I should do, so why am I not doing it? Mostly out of fear which is very silly of me, but it doesn't change how I feel. A couple days ago an event made me evaluate what I was doing on Twitter. I'm embarrassed to report that back in 2012 I shared some of my marital problems with a stranger I knew slightly. Time passed and I got to know this stranger better. Sometimes I am afraid to unfollow people on Twitter. That is silly, but the other day someone followed me after they blocked me. I can't figure out why you would follow someone you are blocking, but I didn't have long to wonder because this person unfollowed me after sending me a rude tweet. I'm over it, but at the time my feelings were hurt. So far the two websites that I've loved have been Twitter and E2. You can pack up your toys and move, but if you don't&hellip;Dear White People (review)http://everything2.com/user/TheAnglican/writeups/Dear+White+PeopleTheAnglicanhttp://everything2.com/user/TheAnglican2015-03-01T00:26:59Z2015-03-01T00:26:59Z<p>HUGE SPOILER WARNINGS</p>
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<p>Black filmmaking has historically been perceived as lacking nuance. I'm not saying it hasn't been, but the moviemakers one is most likely to think of include <a href="/title/Atlanta">Atlanta</a>'s own <a href="/title/Tyler+Perry">Tyler Perry</a>, churning out predictable and similarly plotted set pieces in assembly-line fashion. Likewise, protest films such as <a href="/title/Spike+Lee">Spike Lee</a>'s <a href="/title/Do+the+Right+Thing">Do the Right Thing</a> have had an agenda, and it's hard to look for subtlety when the soundtrack is provided by <a href="/title/Public+Enemy">Public Enemy</a>.</p>
<p>So what kind of person is able to pull off a funny and poignant movie about <a href="/title/race+relations">race relations</a> in the <a href="/title/Obama">Obama</a> era? A damn good one. One who manages to line everything up flawlessly: a tight script that folds in on itself like a puzzle box, with references from earlier in the movie being a valuable <a href="/title/Chekhov%2527s+Gun">Chekhov's Gun</a> later, a cast of relative unknowns giving performances of a lifetime, and a voice that patiently swirls around its cast and script like water, soaking in to everything and permeating every part&hellip;The hypersexualization of Irene Adler (essay)http://everything2.com/user/Pandeism+Fish/writeups/The+hypersexualization+of+Irene+AdlerPandeism Fishhttp://everything2.com/user/Pandeism Fish2015-02-28T23:48:01Z2015-02-28T23:48:01Z<a href="/title/Irene+Adler">Irene Adler</a> is a <a href="/title/curiosity">curiosity</a> of a character in the world of <a href="/title/Sherlock+Holmes">Sherlock Holmes</a>. In the <a href="/title/canon">canon</a>, as authored by <a href="/title/Sir+Arthur+Conan+Doyle">Sir Arthur Conan Doyle</a> she appears in a single story (and is mentioned in a few others). She is not, in the story, a love interest of Holmes (who never has one throughout the series, apparently being celibate in his devotion to his intellectual pursuits). She is an opera singer and actress encountered on the cusp of passing from a fleeting romance with an impetuous royal to a lifelong commitment to a steadier man. And yet, a curious thing happens when writers in later eras seek to pull elements out of the original stories for reconstruction with contemporary storytelling tropes. Adler <i>becomes</i> a love interest to Holmes, and not a shy or virginal one either. To the contrary, Adler is typically depicted as not only able to hold her own against Holmes in wit, but in being a wild performer in the bedroom as well.<br><br>
For example, in the <a href="/title/Robert+Downey%252C+Jr.">Robert Downey, Jr.</a> late 2000s film take on the&hellip;February 28, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/mcd/writeups/February+28%252C+2015mcdhttp://everything2.com/user/mcd2015-02-28T19:03:09Z2015-02-28T19:03:09Z<blockquote><a href="/title/Sergeant+Al+Powell">Sergeant Al Powell</a>: I had an accident.<br><br>
<a href="/title/John+McClane">John McClane</a>: The way you drive, I can see why. What'd you do? Run over your captains foot with the car?</blockquote>
<a href="/title/John+McClane">John McClane</a> in <a href="/title/Die+Hard">Die Hard</a>
<h3>Balloon Foot</h3>
<p>I was involved in a hit and run on <a href="/title/President%2527s+Day">President's Day</a>. At least I think I was. I lost consciousness and came to an ambulance scooping me of the street. I couldn't even tell them the correct year in response to their queries so it took me awhile to realize the gravity of the situation. My foot was, and still is, in intense pain. At least it doesn't look like a <a href="/title/cartoon+balloon">cartoon balloon</a> representation of a foot anymore.</p>
<p>I believe the driver's conscience must've gotten the better off him, or else a <a href="/title/Good+Samaritan">Good Samaritan</a> called it in. I couldn't walk or even move without excruciating pain and I've collapsed more times than I can count. I walked for a week with a cane, but especially in the morning my whole right-leg aches.</p>
<p>It's not my ankle; my foot and toes carry&hellip;February 28, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw/writeups/February+28%252C+2015lizardinlawhttp://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw2015-02-28T14:13:42Z2015-02-28T14:13:42Z<p>Shameless promotion in imitation of etouffee:</p>
<p>Released today for <a href="/title/kindle">kindle</a> on amazon.com:</p>
<p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dredging-Demeter-Autumn-Anthology-Poetry-ebook/dp/B00RJFQNH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1425132830&sr=8-1&keywords=dredging+up+demeter">http://www.amazon.com/Dredging-Demeter-Autumn-Anthology-Poetry-ebook/dp/B00RJFQNH8/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1425132830&sr=8-1&keywords=dredging+up+demeter</a></p>
<p>Dredging up <a href="/title/Demeter">Demeter</a></p>
<p>An anthology of poetry and accompanying art. Each poet has four poems and a piece of art. The art I chose is one of my mother's <a href="/title/etching">etchings</a>.</p>
<p>I am not sure where the household kindle is... I have my father's too, but is it transferable? Anyhow, my daughter will be home tomorrow and I can get it then if not before.</p>
<p>Hugs all and thanks.</p>Spaces (thing)http://everything2.com/user/etouffee/writeups/Spacesetouffeehttp://everything2.com/user/etouffee2015-02-28T01:43:58Z2015-02-28T01:43:58Z<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>The delicate crease inside your elbow </p>
<p>The sensitive skin behind your knees </p>
<p><a href="/title/salty+taste+of+blue+things">The salty taste of your neck</a> </p>
<p>The rough hills of your hips</p>
<p align="center"> </p>
<p align="center"><a href="/title/You+asked+me+once+what+I+would+remember...+this%252C+and+much+more">I recall them all</a> </p>
<p> </p>
<p> </p>
<p>As the carpet held </p>
<p><a href="/title/The+lonely+ones+will+find+each+other+by+the+heat+of+their+bodies">our body heat</a> </p>
<p>for a few minutes </p>
<p> </p>The future of medicine (poetry)http://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw/writeups/The+future+of+medicinelizardinlawhttp://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw2015-02-27T13:59:06Z2015-02-27T13:59:06Z<p>we recognize the true <a href="/title/Embody">embodied</a> <a href="/title/mind">mind</a>
<br>we stop the <a href="/title/stigma">stigma</a> of the many beaten down
<br>the <a href="/title/damage">damage</a> done in childhood caught in time
<br>hearts open and <a href="/title/liftoff">lift</a> the broken off the ground</p>
<p>we learn that diagnoses are a <a href="/title/crutch">crutch</a>
<br>drugs <a href="/title/plaster">plaster</a> over deep and seeping wounds
<br>mental labels hurt the patients oh so much
<br><a href="/title/we+learn+to+listen">we learn to listen</a>: broken hearts <a href="/title/sing">sing</a> grieving tunes</p>
<p>cruel medicines and thoughts are shelved for good
<br>gentle boundaries surround hearts to keep them safe
<br>we rise as friends and families and doctors really should
<br>the angry monster revealed as <a href="/title/longing">longing</a> waif</p>
<p>damage done in childhood to the brain
<br>lays <a href="/title/survival">survival</a> pathways that we no longer call insane</p>
<p><em><small>also published on wordpress blog today</small></em></p>good intentions... (fiction)http://everything2.com/user/chickwiththeface/writeups/good+intentions...chickwiththefacehttp://everything2.com/user/chickwiththeface2015-02-27T10:55:59Z2015-02-27T10:55:59Z<p><em>Screams...Blood...So much blood...</em></p>
<p><em>Why was there so much blood?</em></p>
<p><em>Shit...Steve...what did that do to you?</em></p>
<p><em>Oh god...why did we come here? We should have known better than to toy with this...</em></p>
<p><em>Ryan...where is Ryan?</em></p>
<p><em>RYAN!!</em></p>
<p>Suzannah jolted awake. Not a gasping and sweaty awakening, like in some horror movie, but a silent, and almost calm, <a href="/title/ominous">sudden awareness</a> that was unsettling, because she couldn't remember what had forced her to wakefulness. She turned over to see the warm body next to her cocooned in a large portion of the covers, snoring (even though he denied ever doing it wholeheartedly when he was awake). Looking at the clock, it was barely past one in the morning.</p>
<p>Groaning at the early hour, Suzannah rolled over to huddle against her boyfriend and set herself to the task of going back to sleep. They had a job today and would have to be on the road in about three hours; she needed to be&hellip;February 27, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/andycyca/writeups/February+27%252C+2015andycycahttp://everything2.com/user/andycyca2015-02-27T10:14:23Z2015-02-27T10:14:23Z<p align="center"><big><big><big>On why I can't sleep</big></big></big></p>
<p align="center"><strong>Warning: very long, very whiny daylog ahead.</strong></p>
<p>It's 2:43 AM over here. I'm not even remotely sleepy and I'm planning on trying to sleep around 7AM. In the meantime, I'm doing some work I've been procrastinating all week.</p>
<p>I didn't do it before because these past weeks my attention levels have dropped with the grace of a brick with cardboard wings. This in turn happened because I'm in the middle of a <a href="/title/depression">depressive</a> episode, the worst in a few years' memory. This in turn is because of my terrible work.</p>
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Long story short, no one at my work has been payed since December. The signs were there, but the upper management decided that the risk was worth it: they gambled (metaphorically) and we all lost because the company invested heavily in shit projects that went bad.
<p>I've been living off my <a href="/title/emergency+fund">emergency fund</a>. On one hand, I'm grateful for having even a small emergency&hellip;glory (review)http://everything2.com/user/Skinflint101/writeups/glorySkinflint101http://everything2.com/user/Skinflint1012015-02-27T05:36:43Z2015-02-27T05:36:43Z<h2>Translation</h2>
<p><a href="/title/Vladimir+Nabokov">Vladimir Nabokov</a>, while residing in <a href="/title/Berlin">Berlin</a> (1922-37), wrote the first nine novels of his exemplary career as a novelist in Russian. These were published "by <i>emigre</i> houses" in Europe. <i>Podvig</i> (literally, "exploit") appeared serially in <i>Sovremennye Zapiski</i> (1932) published out of <a href="/title/Paris">Paris</a>.</p>
<p>Disappointed by the mediocre translation of his novel, <i><a href="/title/Camera+Obscura">Camera Obscura</a></i>, into English, Nabokov (Boyd, 1996, p.848),
who had learned to speak and write English, French, and Russian at an early age in his privileged St. Petersburg family (pre-<a href="/title/Bolshevik+Revolution">Bolshevik Revolution</a>), began subsequently writing in English and eventually handled his own translations of these early novels, which had been presented initially in <a href="/title/Russian">Russian</a>.</p>
<p>The Nabokovs -- his family was supportive of his vocation -- tackled the translation of <i>Podvig</i> last of these. Nabokov's son, Dmitri, worked three years making a draft in the late-1960s, and, as reported in the 1970 Foreword,&hellip;c9db46 (poetry)http://everything2.com/user/Wasps/writeups/c9db46Waspshttp://everything2.com/user/Wasps2015-02-25T21:37:56Z2015-02-25T21:37:56ZThe <a href="/title/perfect">perfect</a> shapes are thought of as always<br>existing long before anyone here
<br>could conceive of them. He tells me now to
<br>imagine the <a href="/title/pyramids">pyramids</a> and how they
<br>are such beautiful <a href="/title/ornaments">ornaments</a> to the
<br>surface of <a href="/title/earth">earth</a>. He tells me of all the
<br><a href="/title/rivers">rivers</a> and <a href="/title/cliffs">cliffs</a> and <a href="/title/mountains">mountains</a> he's seen, and
<br>I wonder whether I am astounded.
<br>I tend to be sometimes, sometimes I tend
<br>to be. I have always realized that
<br>there has never been anything but the
<br><a href="/title/clouds">clouds</a> hanging above us on afternoons
<br>spent resting. Look into the sky and you
<br>will find nothing but exhausting <a href="/title/cycles">cycles</a>.Jim, The Shopping Cart Shephard (poetry)http://everything2.com/user/lediablerouge/writeups/Jim%252C+The+Shopping+Cart+Shephardlediablerougehttp://everything2.com/user/lediablerouge2015-02-25T21:30:17Z2015-02-25T21:30:17Z<p>Jim sweats in the hard sun.</p>
<p>Jim's cotton shirt sticks to his skin.</p>
<p>Jim dodges cars on the hot asphalt.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>In the winter and in the rain,</p>
<p>Jim wears the same heavy hoodie as he fetches the carts</p>
<p>and brings them back</p>
<p> </p>
<p>...</p>
<p> </p>
<p>He doesn't care for being inside</p>
<p>He'd rather be out by the buffet and liquor store</p>
<p>Where the drunks and dealers drive fast around the corners</p>
<p>And the little children cling to their mother's skirts</p>
<p> </p>
<p>When I see him, he is taking his break behind a pallett of stacked high with coal</p>
<p>With a hand rolled cigarrette</p>
<p>His idea of high luxury</p>
<p>Cozied by the recieving dock</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Hey Jim, I say</p>
<p>How has it been, I continue</p>
<p>Stupidly.</p>
<p> </p>
<p>Well, he says</p>
<p>today was windy and</p>
<p>the manager, he yelled at me</p>
<p>but the air felt nice</p>
<p> </p>
<p>that's good</p>
<p> </p>
<p>At that moment the&hellip;Hendrik Willem Mesdag (person)http://everything2.com/user/lediablerouge/writeups/Hendrik+Willem+Mesdaglediablerougehttp://everything2.com/user/lediablerouge2015-02-25T20:53:52Z2015-02-25T20:53:52Z<p><strong>Who was Henrik Willem Mesdag?</strong></p>
<p>Henrik Willem Mesdag (1831-1915) was a Dutch painter and art collector from the city of <a href="/title/Groningen">Groningen</a>, known primarily for his oil paintings of maritime scenes and his personal collection of art, which lives on in the form of the modern <a href="/title/Mesdag+Museum">Mesdag Museum</a> in <a href="/title/The+Hague">The Hague</a>.</p>
<p><strong>Mesdag's Life</strong></p>
<p>Born into an upper-middle class lifestyle, Mesdag was the third son of a banker. His fortunate birth allowed for tutoring in the arts at a young age; he received lessons as a child and teenager from <a href="/title/Cornelis+Bernardus+Buijis">Cornelis Bernardus Buijis</a> (1808-1872)and <a href="/title/Johannes+Hinderikus+Egenberger">Johannes Hinderikus Egenberger</a> (1822-1897), young and moderately skilled but obscure artists of the era who worked primarily in landscapes and still lifes that were popular at the time. Despite his silver spoon upbringing, Mesdag's early life was not devoid of tragedy and his mother died when he was only four years old. How this affected him is not known and little else seems to be known about his&hellip;Six short poems written on six cold days (personal)http://everything2.com/user/borgo/writeups/Six+short+poems+written+on+six+cold+daysborgohttp://everything2.com/user/borgo2015-02-25T18:42:04Z2015-02-25T18:42:04Z<p align="center"><strong><a href="/title/February+9%252C+2015">February 9, 2015</a></strong></p>
<p align="center">Headed upstairs to take a shower before going to work<br>
On step number three or four, I get a bad case of <a href="/title/Diplopia">double vision</a><br>
And stumble backwards onto the landing<br>
This is the third or fourth time in the past couple of weeks that my vision has been impaired<br>
I lay on the couch to clear my head and when it does, call my doctor<br>
He advises I should go to the <a href="/title/emergency+room">emergency room</a> and get some tests done</p>
<p align="center"><strong><a href="/title/February+10%252C+2015">February 10, 2015</a></strong></p>
<p align="center">Admitted to the brain/stroke ward<br>
Where I’m the seemingly youngest person on the floor<br>
As night falls, all around me the “confused patients” are <a href="/title/sundowning">sundowning</a><br>
As indicated by the <a href="/title/bells+and+whistles">bells and whistles</a> going off every ten or fifteen minutes<br>
And the nurses rush in to try and comfort their lost minds and souls<br>
Even though they don’t know where they are, they just want to&hellip;Gimme a Pig Foot and Bottle of Beer (fiction)http://everything2.com/user/TerribleAspect/writeups/Gimme+a+Pig+Foot+and+Bottle+of+BeerTerribleAspecthttp://everything2.com/user/TerribleAspect2015-02-25T05:18:40Z2015-02-25T05:18:40Z<b><big><a href="/title/Gimme+a+pig+foot+and+bottle+of+beer">Gimme a pig foot and bottle of beer</a></big></b><p align="center"><small><small> <a href="/title/There%2527s+nothing+like+a+trail+of+blood+to+find+your+way+back+home">forward</a></small></small>
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Waiting. Patiently. <a href="/title/Building+7%252C+explain+this+shit">Staring at the floor</a>. Staring at the carpet. Thin, cheap, shitty carpet, easy to install and easy to not give a fuck about. You'll notice that it's usually dark gray or brown- stained somewhere between decomposing flesh and fecal smear. In the morning, with the sunlight pouring in, reflected off of the lake like it is now, if you were to crawl around on your hands and knees and move any of the tables with the big, <a href="/title/9%252F11+was+an+inside+job">round</a>, metal bases on the bottom, just beyond the rust ring and organic crust, right beneath the <a href="/title/molten+steel+at+Ground+Zero">flattened</a> piece of popcorn and maraschino cherry stem, you might be able to see what color it originally was; but even then it isn't much to look at. It isn't there to be part of the</small>&hellip;Shortlived (poetry)http://everything2.com/user/arylisa/writeups/Shortlivedarylisahttp://everything2.com/user/arylisa2015-02-25T02:10:04Z2015-02-25T02:10:04Z<p><a href="/title/you+may+win+it%252C+but+not+for+long">Beloved is a title we accord to the worthy,</a></p>
<p>but the judgment often proves itself rash;</p>
<p>so we live, <a href="/title/our+happiness+might+depend+on+it">a cycle of repealing and bestowing,</a></p>
<p>fascinated by momentary attentions</p>
<p>and no sooner hastening away, <a href="/title/because+I+forgot+what+it+felt+like">back to the self we used to know</a></p>
<p>back to that life we missed</p>
<p>in which <a href="/title/don%2527t+extinguish+your+sight+if+you%2527ll+need+it+in+the+future">we didn't willingly blind ourselves</a></p>Shouldn't You Be in School? (review)http://everything2.com/user/Tem42/writeups/Shouldn%2527t+You+Be+in+School%253FTem42http://everything2.com/user/Tem422015-02-24T15:42:17Z2015-02-24T15:42:17Z<p align="center"><b>Shouldn't You Be in School?</b><br>
By <a href="/title/Lemony+Snicket">Lemony Snicket</a><br>
<small><a href="/title/Little%252C+Brown+and+Company">Little, Brown and Company</a>, 2014</small>
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<p>This is the third book in the <i><a href="/title/All+The+Wrong+Questions">All The Wrong Questions</a></i> series, a mystery series by the same author as the popular <i><a href="/title/A+Series+of+Unfortunate+Events">Series of Unfortunate Events</a></i>. The first book in this series is <i>"<a href="/title/Who+Could+That+Be+At+This+Hour%253F">Who Could That Be At This Hour?</a>"</i> You should read that book first.</p>
<p>This is a satisfying addition to the series. Evil forces have conspired to arrest the town librarian, kidnap the children, and burn down a barn. It appears that many moths have been murdered, but it unclear if that matters. </p>
<p>Perhaps more importantly, Lemony more or less knows where the bad guy is (sometimes), and who his friends are (mostly), so progress is being made! Ellington Feint reappears (probably friend?), as does Hangfire (definitely enemy!), and dark and mysterious events are taking place. Okay, we don't know exactly what the events&hellip;February 24, 2015 (log)http://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw/writeups/February+24%252C+2015lizardinlawhttp://everything2.com/user/lizardinlaw2015-02-24T14:10:18Z2015-02-24T14:10:18Z<p>Yesterday I finally got mad at all the <a href="/title/February+20%252C+2015">stupid stuff</a> happening. I have lots of people giving me advice, some of which I have asked for, and much of it consists of "<a href="/title/Pick+your+battles">Pick your battles</a>. <a href="/title/Don%2527t+waste+your+energy+fighting">Don't waste your energy fighting</a>. Don't fight when you can't win. <a href="/title/Throw+in+the+towel">Throw in the towel</a>."</p>
<p>I woke up yesterday and thought, but I LIKE to fight. I did tai kwan do and I LOVED sparring. Ok, I did not do full force kick boxing and I am 5 foot 3 and 125 pounds, but hey. I loved sparring. So, screw it. Maybe I should fight.</p>
<p>I put on workout gear and went to a friend's. I went into the woods and found a <a href="/title/dead+tree">dead tree</a>. My <a href="/title/armour+suit">armour suit</a> massage person has been saying that I should hit something. Dead trees don't mind. It was a quite dead rotted tree, about a foot in diameter, leaning up against two other trees. I took my wooden katana and did practice swings for a bit. My muscles didn't feel too bad. I started hitting the dead tree as hard as I could.</p>
<p>It was more rotten then I realized. A&hellip;